But time has set its maggot on their track.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Time marks us while we are marking time.
Time seems to stop in certain places.
Time is numbered only to man.
That time is important. It gives a comforting illusion of permanence not found in running by the mile.
Time is bunk.
Time has no divisions to mark its passage, there is never a thunder-storm or blare of trumpets to announce the beginning of a new month or year. Even when a new century begins it is only we mortals who ring bells and fire off pistols.
Time is nature's way of keeping everything from happening at once.
Time is an illusion. Time only exists when we think about the past and the future. Time doesn't exist in the present here and now.
Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away.
Time is still the great mystery to us. It is no more than a concept; we don't know if it even exists.